by Nick Gisburne
As conjurer, corrupted by a curse
I summon the ungodly from their graves
A fist, concealed in steel, ignites my verse
To drive a flaming dagger through the waves
A vortex of destruction splits the sea
Imprisoning the atoms of the air
The resurrected fiends, enslaved to me
Reveal the queen, a soul beyond despair
To rescue what their devilry defiles
I risk my own destruction at their hands
The swollen, sightless eyes, the jagged smiles
Expose a greed no mortal understands
Revolted, I return them to the deep
But fear to wake the queen from such a sleep
